Oh, its all good and glory on paper,
All sweet and pretty in tunes,
But when they flutter by stuttering the heart,
All notions of romance are ruined.
The much hyped chirrups and tweeters,
Swooshing overhead give jitters,
No wonder Lucille Ball made bare her room walls,
Did you know closer to snakes are these critters?
Give me fur, even scales if you want,
I’ll happily co-exist, no complaint.
Never ever, however, with anything with feathers,
Never, never, shall we become friends !!
(On being confirmed of my ‘Ornithophobia’ today ! )